the hunting dog
Either Rascal has better night vision than I or an even keener sense of smell than we give him credit for, because his new favorite pastime when I take him out at night is catching moths. I'm not wholly pleased, since him jumping around at the end of the leash is not what I'm looking for when I take him out just before bed, but I have to admire the skill he exhibits; if not his good sense, because I'm obliged to report he seems a little taken aback each time he manages to chomp down on one of the things.